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Miley Pov
It's been a year now. A year of suffering, pain, and hurt.
Acting helped me get along.
I met a named Justin Gaston.
He helped me live life and forget, forget him; but I could never forget him, not completely.
I acted like I was happy, I acted like I had moved on, but I couldn't/didn't, not completely.
Ever since the breakup, I wasn't the same person that I was when we dated.
I'm not complete, not the same Smiley-Miley I once was.
My songbook was filled with more of my songs.
The songs that I wrote about him and us. 7 Things, Bottom of the Ocean, Goodbye, Simple Song (I'm not sure about this one), The Driveway, and two new songs that I had recently written, Forget You and Heartbroken (my bff and I wrote those songs and I thought it fit the current situation.)
"It's been in the past for awhile
I get a flash and I smile
Am I crazy
Still miss you baby
It was real
It was right
But it burned to hot to survive
All that's left
Is all these ashes
Where does the love go
I don't know
When it's all said and done
How could I be losing you forever
After all the time we spent together
I had to know why
I had to lose you
Now you just become
Like everything I'll
Never find again
At the bottom of the ocean," went the alarm on my cell phone.
It wasn't really necessary, I was already awake; had been, but it reminded me of the old times, the times I had spent with him.
When I was done just laying in bed and staring at the ceiling, I got up and went to my bathroom to take a bath.
I went over to the top left drawer, pulled out a razor, and began my daily schedule.
Turn on the faucet, step in the tub, sit in the hot water, lay in self pity, and then cut.
I would cry his name and cut, asking no one but the air what I did wrong, what I did to lose him.
When I was done with the cutting and crying my broken heart out, I would clean the new wound, and dry off.
I put my hair up in a towel, and went over to my closet and picked out a pair of black sweats, my pink varsity 87 aeropostale shirt, and some Chuck Taylor All Star Plaid converse.
I laid them on my bed, and went into the bathroom to dry my hair and then put it up in a ponytail.
I put on my clothes, and then put on some black eyeliner with some light, hot pink eyeshadow with some volume exact mascara.
I grabbed my Cole Haan Handbang that I bought at Macys, stuffed some cash into it, along with my cell phone, grabbed my car keys, and left my room.
I stopped in the kitchen, grabbed a post-it note, wrote a note telling my mom where I was and was going, and left.
I slug my bag into the passenger seat of my Porsche, jumped into the driver seat and drove off.
Cruising the roads of Hollywood I saw my favorite smoothie store, Pinkberry, and got a smoothie.
The paparrazi followed me, but I didn't mind, I was use to it.
While in line, I was texting my bff, Taylor, and then ordered a strawberry smoothie.
I sat down at a far table in the corner of the shop, and was texting and drinking.
I was currently smiling at a text I had recieved from Taylor, when an all too familiar voice said my name.
A voice that I thought I would never hear say my name again, not for a long time.
"Miley," the voice said.
I hesiatated to look up, but I did and saw the last person that I thought I would ever see.
The person who broke y heart into a million little pieces, the person who left me to them all up by myself.
The person I once loved......Nicholas Jerry Jonas.
"Nick," I barely whispered while our eyes met.
Before he could say anything else to me, I shoved my cell into my purse,grabbed it and my smoothie and dashed out the door.
I ran to the back to my car, I wasn't going to let him in again, not so he could just hurt me again.
To my misfortune, the car was locked, and I had to dig for my keys in my purse, which only let Nick continue to catch up to me.
"Miley, Miley!!!!!" He called out my name
I ignored him and continued to dig through my purse.
Within little time, he caught up to me, and I was frozen on the spot.
I didn't dare to make any eye contact.
We just stood there for a couple of minutes until Nick finally broke the ice.
"Miley, I think you dropped these when you ran out," He told me handing me my car keys.
"Thanks," I muttered taking them back from him.
"Welcome," He replied.
I unlocked my car, and got in.
I was about to start the engine when Nick asked me something.
"Hey Miley, um, if you don't mind, do you wanna hang out today. I mean I could go home and get Frankie, while you get Noah, we could meet at the park in like half and hour let them play, while we catch up," He told me.
I looked up at him blankly, and stared, just plainly stared.
It took me a little while to reply, but in the end I finally said, "Sure, that would be great, Noah has missed Frankie a real lot."
"Frankie has missed Noah a lot, too. You have no idea," He replied.
"Well, I guess we will see you guys in half an hour, bye Nick," I told him.
He shut my car door for me, and then I drove away.
It was when I was far enough away from him that I let the tears drop.
I was meeting him in half an hour.
I would let him in, only to be hurt once more.
No, I told myself mentally.
I won't allow it.
I would just do small talk, but never again would I let Nicholas Jerry Jonas back into my world.
Okay, I know that that probably wasn't the best chapter, but I promise you they will get better. Promise.
Hersheygirl102